it is on this street
that he learned to love.
where white lines
were once fresh painted snow,
and building once were
full of life and
of a new hope.
it is right here
on a dead sidewalk
in the heat of a summer evening
that he found
what he wasn't looking for.
wearing red
and gazing upon the landscape
with those ocean blue eyes.
a heart of gold that
wanted his raw heart,
just as it was;
with all of its mistakes
and flaws.
she gave everything
she could while they walked
these streets in evenings
that turned from warm
sea salt breezes into
cool autumn
winds, sweeping the world.
and as the seasons changed,
so did they.
bedsheets and blankets
breathing in cinnamon and
nutmeg in cold October days.
as the town began to fade away,
so did their love.
washing away in the November rains,
and then the snowstorms in December.
when she left him
to wander the snowy streets
alone, in endless thought.
breathing in an unfamiliar scent,
longing for the ones
he had once known with the girl
who had worn red in the street
upon a summer night.
